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the-blind-assassin-12 · 1 year

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🎁🎁🎁 Lovely Weather

A SNEAKRET SANTA GIFT DRABBLE

A/N: Merry December and Happy Holidays, everyone! Don’t mind me, I’m just here to leave another gift under the tree. These are my way of giving back to some of the lovely content creators here whose work brings me joy. I tried to personalize them a little bit for each person they’re dedicated to, but they’re just as much my gift to anyone who has ever shared their work or who has ever read mine. Thank you for being lovely <3

Gift Tag: @writeforfandoms - Who had this to say what I presented her with a choice of characters: “ijhfe;wnofhnwe you were not kidding when you said tough question.” But ultimately Jack won out, and I went with snowflakes, mittens & sleigh ride for the prompts. Jen, I hope this makes up for that devastatingly tough question. I hope it makes you smile and fills you with the kind of fluffy warmth that I feel whenever I read one of your stories. Thank you for being so lovely, and I hope you have the happiest, warmest holiday season!

WC: 2,880

Warnings: none. it’s 110% fluff.

“And last but not least, let’s get a look at our holiday weekend weather!”

The sound of a scissor blade being dragged along a length of bright red ribbon filled the few seconds of silence between the newscaster sending things over to the meteorologist, but Jack still heard you suck in an anticipatory breath. Raising his eyes from the tablet in his hand - he’d been reviewing some data that Ginger sent him regarding a prototypical weapon that would be available for testing in the new year - he looked over at you and had to hide the slight grin that pulled at the corner of his mouth. You were staring at the screen, scissors still in hand as you let the coiled ribbon bounce back toward the gift it was secured around, and he could almost hear the hopes and wishes that were swirling in your thoughts.

Don’t you worry, gorgeous, there’ll be plenty of snow where we’re goin’.

You didn’t know that yet though, so he kept quiet and watched as you waited to hear what the forecast would be.

“Thanks Jodi,” the meteorologist said, standing in front of a map of Kentucky. “And it’s looking like a pretty mild one again, folks, which is great news for anyone who is planning to travel to see family or loved ones this year.” The radar screen circled around again, a few tiny splotches of light green popping up to indicate some patchy rain moving through the Louisville area on Christmas Eve the only precipitation showing anywhere on the map. The camera panned back out to show the weather person again, and with an apologetic wince they continued their segment. “But for anyone out there dreaming of a white Christmas, it looks like you’ll be waiting at least one more year.”

You let out an audible sigh, Jack noticing the sag of your shoulders as the meteorologist handed the broadcast back over to the main newscasters, and even though he knew it would be better to keep his plan a surprise, he hated seeing you let down even if it was only temporary. It’ll be worth it though, he reminded himself.

Still, he wasn’t about to let you stew in disappointment. “Hey darlin’.” He leaned forward to set the device he’d been scrolling through down on the wagon-wheel coffee table, head tilted to one side as you turned to look at him. “I’m sorry you didn’t hear what you wanted to.” Even though it's better that there won’t be any snow here, because then I won’t have any trouble with-

Your expression softened, the lights from the tree and the ones hung around the window frame reflecting in your eyes and making your cheeks glow, and the sight scrambled the rest of his thoughts. “It’s alright, Jack.” Moving the gift you’d just finished wrapping into place under the tree, you shifted to your knees and faced him fully. A small huff of a laugh left your lips as you shrugged. “I knew it was a long shot, I was just…”

Reaching for your hand, he pulled you from the carpet and up onto the couch. “You were holdin’ out for some holiday magic, hmm?” He let you get settled against him and then wound his arm around you, tugging you close enough to press a kiss to the side of your head.

You hummed in response, one hand coming up to rest in the center of his chest. “I guess I was.” With another sigh, this one far less disappointed, you laid your cheek on his shoulder. “But I’ve got all the magic I need right here.”

That made him laugh even as it warmed his whole being. “Well shucks, gorgeous, I know I’m good with rope tricks, but I ain’t sure that qualifies as magic.”

Picking your head up, you rolled your eyes and gave him a playful smack. “You know what I meant, Daniels.” I do. The hand over his heart moved up so that your fingertips could trace the edge of one of the open buttons on the henley he wore. “I’m glad we were both able to get the time off. Spending the holidays with you is all I actually care about.” Your lips met the exposed skin just over the top of his collar, Jack tightening his grasp on you. “Snow just would have been the cherry on top.”

Having grown up in sunny, southern California, Jack knew that the opportunity for you to have had a white Christmas was less than zero. Instead of snowball fights and hot chocolate, you’d spent your winter holidays as a kid on the beach with your siblings and your friends, building sandcastles instead of snow forts. Though you secretly always longed for the big, puffy flakes and frosty blanket, snowmen and sleigh rides and everything else that you’d seen in holiday movies, it wasn’t until you took the internship at the distillery in 2011 - and moved to Kentucky - that you actually thought it might be possible.

“Just my luck that the last white Christmas in Louisville happened the year before I moved here, huh?” You’d since moved up within the organization, switching over from being a distillery employee to working in research and development for Statesman, opting to stay in Kentucky for the long and snowless haul.

Jack let out a snort. “Wasn’t much more than an inch of powder,” he recalled, rubbing his palm up and down your bicep, “and it was gone by supper time.”

You held up the finger you’d been touching him with, lifting your head as well so you could look him in the eye. “Still counts.”

“I guess it does.” Gonna be a whole lot more than that when we get up north. Wanting to keep his surprise under wraps until the last moment, Jack changed the subject. “Speakin’a weather, you hear from your parents? Their flight get in alright over in London?”

Your brother had moved overseas a few years back after a long study abroad stint, finding a job and then a husband, settling down in the outskirts of the sprawling city. Since then, your parents had alternated between spending the holidays in the US with you and Jack, and traveling to spend time with Paul and Cal. They also occasionally made the trek across the Atlantic, but since you were only ever guaranteed a handful of days off surrounding the winter holidays, you rarely got the chance to do the same. This year you only had off from the 24th to the 26th of December, Jack likely having to go in the day after Christmas, or at the very least attend a virtual meeting via his glasses, so a trip to England was simply not in the cards.

A trip up to the Adirondacks, though? That was definitely in the cards

“They did.” You answered his question and he nodded. “My mom called to let me know they landed while I was in my office this afternoon.”

“Good.” A yawn broke free then, and Jack didn’t even try to stifle it. “You all finished wrapping gifts for the night?”

“Yup,” you responded. “Just need to clean up and-” Then it was you who couldn’t keep a yawn from escaping.

“And then I think we should get some shut eye.” Need to get a good night’s rest so I’m sharp for the mornin’. “What d’you say?”

Standing so that you could start to gather up and put away the wrapping paper, ribbons, labels, tape, scissors and other tools and decorations that Jack didn’t know what to call, you took his hands in yours and pulled him to his feet as well. “Sounds good to me, Jack.” You bumped your nose against his and then dropped a kiss to the corner of his mouth, where the bristles of his mustache met his lip. “See you in the bedroom.”

– – –

Both of you had fallen asleep quickly, the last few days at HQ having been packed ones in order to get things done in time for the holiday, and though Jack would have liked to let you sleep in the following morning, he couldn’t. Because the sooner we get goin’, the better.

Waking you with a kiss, he waited for you to blink your eyes open, and when you did, the sleepy smile on your face felt like sunshine. “G’morning, gorgeous,” he greeted you through a grin of his own.

“Hey, you,” you responded through a sigh, reaching up to wipe at your eyes. “What time is it, Jack? Why are you…” You groaned and shifted closer to him, seeking out the warmth of his body beneath the sheets. “We’re off, Agent Whiskey,” you mumbled. “We should be sleeping.”

“Well, I’m afraid we’re not, darlin’.” It wasn’t the truth, and he didn’t like tricking you, but there was no other way to get you to HQ without raising too many questions, and he had to get you there, because that’s where the Silver Pony waited, all fueled up and packed with bags that Jack had put together for both of you the day before.

That got your attention fast, and your eyes flew open as you propped yourself up on one elbow. “What?! What happened? Everything okay? I-”

“Woah, woah there, easy, Iain’t sure yet what’s goin’ on. Just woke up to a message from Ginger sayin’ we needed to report soon as we could.” Jutting his chin in the direction of your nightstand where your work tablet sat next to your phone, he went on. “You probably got the same message. You can check it.”

Sighing, you rolled to your other side and picked up the device. Sure enough there was a message from Ginger - one that Jack knew would be there because he had asked the woman to send it to you. Thanks, Ginger Ale, you’re a lifesaver. You pressed the heel of your palm into your eye and let out another sigh. “You’re right, I did get one, too.” Setting the device down, you sat all the way up, suddenly alert. “Says to report to the hanger, so I guess that means field work? Why would I need to go to-”

“Not sure.” Jack shrugged and leaned in to kiss your cheek. “But I know if we don’t shake a leg she’s just gonna keep on sendin’ ‘em, and…” He trailed off and you nodded.

“No, you’re right.” You tipped your head back to stretch your neck, taking a deep breath through your nose and then releasing it slowly. “Let’s get going, Jack.”

“I’ll go start some coffee,” he said. “Can you be ready in ten?”

Throwing the cover back, you swung your legs over the side of the bed. Even though Jack knew that you weren’t thrilled about the prospect of being called into work on the morning of Christmas Eve, you winked at him. “Be ready in seven.”

Perfect.

– – –

Jack had intended to let the surprise go for as long as he could, but the second that you arrived at the hangar and it was empty, you knew that something was up. Your steps echoes in the large space, and you raised a brow in confusion. “Jack? What’s going on? Where’s Ginger? Where’s Champ or… anyone?”

“Now, don’t be mad,” he said with a smirk as the two of you stepped up next to the sleek jet. “But there ain’t no mission, and we’re not here on Statesman business.”

You scrunched your face, still clearly confused. “What? Then… why are we here instead of still at home in bed, Daniels?”

Lifting one hand, Jack patted the metallic paneling of the plane. “Because we have got somewhere to be this weekend, and I don’t think you’ll mind so much once we get there.”

That was all he gave you, along with a wink, and then he pressed the button that would open the passenger hatch, helping you up into it. He felt his heart swell at the trust that you placed in him, and then the two of you were in the air and on your way.

Once Jack got the Pony off the runway and into the air, it didn’t take long for you to notice what direction he was flying in. “Are we… are we going to New York?” Cat’s outta the bag now.

He knew that you meant the city when you asked, since that was where Statesman had another office in the Northeast, and since it wasn’t a lie he didn’t correct you. “Yes ma’am,” he answered. “Good eye.”

You hadn’t said much after that, the headsets making communication possible but not convenient as you sat directly behind him, and you’d opted to simply look out the window at the world below you. But when he neared the metropolis and didn’t start to perform descent maneuvers, you spoke up again. “Jack? I think you overshot the city, I-”

“I said, we were goin’ to New York, darlin’. I never said anything about the city.”

“Upstate?” You asked, and Jack could hear the excitement in your voice. “Jack? Are we going up-”

“Hold tight,” he told you. “You’ll see soon enough.”

And he was right, the flight coming to an end less than a half hour later at a small private airfield where the runways and tarmac were all clear - but the surrounding ground, trees, buildings and cars were covered by several inches of glittering snow. As he helped you down and out of the jet, your eyes widened and your mouth dropped open.

“Jack…” Your voice was quiet and he knew that it was because you were taking it all in. “Jack, you…”

Using your still joined hands, he tugged you into his chest and wrapped you in his arms. “How's this for a white Christmas, hmm? Better’n a little dusting down in Louisville?”

You laughed, though there were tears of joy forming in the corners of your eyes. Jack swept them away so they wouldn’t freeze on your lashes. “Yeah, I’d say so, cowboy.”

He grinned. Nice segway. “I didn’t fly you up here just to stand on the runway though, sugarplum. Got somethin’ else up my sleeve. But first I think we should bundle up, because it’s only gonna get snowier from here.”

A glee-filled expression lit your face then as you let out a breathless sigh. “Lead the way, then.”

– – –

You got to the ranch about twenty minutes later, layering up in the backseat of the car that had been waiting for you at the airfield. There had been snow jackets and thick, water-proof pants, scarves, hats and mittens in the bags that Jack had stowed, and as you donned them all piece by piece, he kicked himself for not going with gloves instead so that he could lace his wool covered fingers with yours. These are warmer though, and that’s what’s best. You zipped up your coat and he couldn’t help the sly smirk that came with thoughts of unzipping it later when you were in your room, letting his fingers travel all over your body instead of just your hands, doing his best to warm you up after a day spent in the cold. Gotta get there first, though.

“Why are you lookin’ at me like that, Jack?” You asked, breath puffing out in front of your mouth and snowflakes beginning to land on the crocheted hat you pulled on when you’d gotten out of the car.

Reaching for your hand, he wrapped his around it. “Just thinkin’ about how much I love you is all.”

That made you smile, rising on your toes to kiss him and licking away a snowflake that had landed on his lips first. “Love you, too,” you whispered without pulling away. “Thank you for this.”

Hands going to your waist, he turned you around toward the barn that you’d been standing in front of just as it opened. “Don’t thank me yet. Got one more surprise for you.”

As the door slid open on its track, a horse pulling an open sleigh made for two appeared, and you gasped with delight. “Are you serious right now?”

The animal bobbed its head as it walked, puffs of white air coming from its nostrils as it let out a friendly huff. “I am, darlin’.” He leaned forward and around to kiss your cheek from behind. “You wanted a White Christmas like the ones in the movies? Well, you got one.”

Shaking your head in awe, you looked back at him. “How did you… when…Jack…”

“Found this place when I was workin’ in the city last year,” he explained. “Needed somewhere I could go so I could ride and blow off some steam and… this ranch was perfect.” You muttered a it sure is, and he kissed you again. “Now, this beauty is gonna take us for a ride, and then we’re gonna warm up by the fire and watch the snow come down. How’s that sound?”

You removed one of your mittens then, shoving your bare hand into one of his, twining your fingers inside the mitten and squeezing. “Sounds like the best Christmas ever, Jack.”

Seeing the happiness on your face, hearing it in your voice and feeling it in the way you gripped his hand, he had to agree.

This is the Ranch that I looked up for inspiration. It was the first one that I found in the area that did holiday sleigh rides. and when you see the names of some of the horses that they own, you’ll know why it was just too perfect to pass up.

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cumbercum · 2 years

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A Real Cowboy

Summary: Your at a rock concert, bored out of your mind when peculiar man catches your eye.

Paring: Agent Whiskey x f!reader

Content: Whiskey being a flirt. Suggestive hints.

Word count: 574

You honestly didn’t know why you were at this rock concert. Well actually you did, you won tickets for it. The real question is why you haven’t left yet.

The music was just okay, there was an insane amount of people, none of which were attractive, and the drinks were overpriced.

But the tickets were free and while you were bored you weren’t going to miss out on something free. So here you were, standing at the bar sipping on your fruity cocktail. Your eyes traveled from person to person, watching and studying them. It wasn’t like you had anything else better to do.

As you continued your people watching you saw him. A man dressed in classic, southern cowboy attire. Boots, jacket, flask, hat and all.

Normally you weren’t the cowboy type but this guy, he just seemed different. You subtly watched as he confidently strolled up to the bar. More specifically towards you.

Unfortunately he wasn’t aiming for you but rather for the chick to your left. And being the nosy shit you are, you snooped in on the conversation.

Right off the bat he hit her with a quirky pick up line. She seemed unamused but you, oh boy you were eating up his voice. It was so smooth, ragged and with the accent, mwah! Chefs kiss!

As you sipped your drink a couple more words were exchanged. But you didn’t really listen, you were too focused on how you should approach the man if he got rejected by her.

“Follow my finger.” You heard her say. You zoned back in and watched as she held up her hand and swiped it to the left.

While you quickly understood what she was doing it seemed that he didn’t.

“Ha, what are we doin’?” He laughed, confused.

She then gave him a puzzled look, “What? You don’t do Tinder in America?”

“Tinder what-”

“You know what, I think it's probably a generational thing.” A man popped in from behind the lady. “Wanna go someplace else, away from this old man?”

She sighed a breath of relief, “Yes please.”

The two intertwined arms and walked off, leaving the cowboy alone. Perfect, this was surprisingly going in your favor. Now it was time to shoot your shot.

“She’s clearly missing out.” You muttered loud enough for him to hear.

You moved your eyes to glance over at him to find him staring right back at you. So you continued,

“But I suppose cowboys aren’t for everyone.” You shrugged, flashing a smile.

You could tell he liked your attitude and your flirty-ness. His cocky grin said it all.

“So, then I take it, you are sugar?” He spoke leaning against the bar.

You placed your hand on your cheek and looked up at him. “Maybe. You don’t see many cowboys out here so I wouldn’t know what they're like.”

That set him off. He had already forgot about his rejection and only focused on you.

“Well you're just in luck darlin.”He began, moving closer to you. “I can show you what a real cowboy is like.”

That was it for you. You wanted him, you needed him. You bit your lip holding back the moan threatening to leave you lips.

“Please.” You gently breathed out.

“Show me.”

#agent whiskey #jack daniels #kingsman the golden circle #female reader #agent whiskey x female reader #jack daniels x female reader #fluff #pedro pascal #drabble #flirting

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justmoreocs-writing · 1 month

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‘Why’d you do it?’ Eggsy’s voice was barely more than a whisper in the darkness, and yet I found myself shifting in the bed, trying to sit straighter.

He rested a cautiously gentle hand on my shoulder briefly. I stopped fidgeting as he took up the plastic seat beside my bed.

‘My partner was in danger,’ I remind him, grateful for the dim lighting. At least this way he won’t see my pulse beating a tattoo against my throat. ‘I had to do something.’

‘Not jump right into the fucking danger, Lil.’ His voice is harsh, and he forces himself to take a shallow breath. I hear it stutter slightly, but force myself not to apologise. I was merely doing my job. If I could’ve avoided injury, I would’ve.

‘You could’ve died.’

‘So could you,’ I remind him. ‘But neither of us did.’

Silence settled between us, for once awkwardly uncomfortable. We both know the other has a point, and yet neither of us wants to admit to it. Because the truth is hard, and the consequences of our actions suddenly mean so much more.

‘Perhaps this was a bad idea,’ he murmurs.

‘Which bit, exactly?’ I ask, hearing the defensive edge to my voice. I don’t mean to let it get to me, but after everything it’s impossible not to let emotion play some part in all this. ‘Letting me come along? Coming to see me? … Starting something?’

‘No,’ he assures me hastily, taking my hand carefully. ‘I ain’t ever gonna regret that.’ He speaks with such vehemence it’s almost impossible to question it. ‘Just maybe I should’ve waited until after we’d saved the world.’

‘World’s always gonna need saving,’ I remind him softly.

He gives my hand a squeeze. ‘You’re part of the world too though, Lillian Robinson.’

Despite the darkness, I shoot him a small smile I hope he can actually see. Maybe this thing was the worst decision we made, but I can’t say I regret it, and by the sounds of it, Eggsy doesn’t either.

#ocappreciation #Listen To Your Hart #Drabble #Made By Me #Kingsman OCs #Lilian Robinson #Canon: Gary Unwin #Lily Robinson #Canon: Eggsy Unwin

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pseudowho · 2 months

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Nanami Kento Masterlist

REQUESTS CLOSED!

Updated: 20th May 2024

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🔥 Smut 💔 Angst 💕 Romance

☕ Comfort/Fluff 🤡 Clowning

🐙 Monsterfucking 📚 Education (*dirty laugh*)

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1st of December 🔥☕💕 -- No-Nut November is over-- but Nanami Kento won't let you get away with it that easily.

7:3 🤡 -- Nanami Kento never thought about his 7:3 pattern...a fourth wall breaking moment.

BabywearingDad!Nanami" Ask and Drabble ☕

Conbini ☕💕-- Itadori Yuuji didn't like Kento, at first. A drabble. Kento x Reader.

"Dad Reflexes" Ask and Drabble 🤡💕☕-- Nanami Kento can catch anything.

Daylight Robbery 💕☕🔥-- when Gojo asks Nanami to cuckold him and his fiancée, things don't go the way Gojo planned...

Debellatio 🔥💕-- a Nanami x Reader x Higuruma sex-pollen threesome.

Deliverance 💕🔥-- with Vampire!Priest!Nanami

Ditch the Party 🔥💕-- Nanami Kento hates parties. But the drinks? The drinks make him bold.

Domain Expansion theory-- Pseudowho's vision of Nanami Kento's domain expansion.

Domestic Bliss series 💕☕--

#1 Rant #2 Indentured Servitude #3 Car Repairs #4 Laundry #5 Foodie

Edging Nanami Kento 🔥💕-- The reader drives Nanami Kento to the edge and back again.

Fire and Iron 💕☕🔥-- AU!Nanami Kento is the town blacksmith, and the reader is forced to stay the night after tending to his wounds.

Full 🔥☕💕-- Nanami Kento treats his pregnant wife like the goddess she is.

Glory Glory 🔥☕💕-- "Help, I'm stuck!" on a mission with Kento, and he takes full advantage of the compromising position.

Good Boy 🔥💕-- after a bad day, you know exactly what Kento needs to help him relax...

Good Girl 💕🤡 -- a drabble

Grandpapamin ☕💕-- Nanami Kento as a grandfather, Headcanons.

Grey 🔥💔💕-- The reader lives a vigilante life; so does Nanami Kento, a changed man after the events of Shibuya. When she is sent to hunt him down, Nanami Kento has a proposition for her.

Grey! Nanami Headcanons Part One ☕💕💔-- post-Shibuya Nanami Kento x Reader headcanons.

Grey! Nanami Headcanons Part Two ☕💕💔-- post-Shibuya Nanami Kento x Reader headcanons.

Grey! Nanami Christmas ⛄🎄 Headcanons ☕💕💔-- post-Shibuya Nanami Kento x Reader Headcanons.

Hanahaki 💕☕💔-- being in love with you is killing Nanami Kento.

Hide and Seek 🔥-- Game night gets spicy.

"How well can you drive?" 🔥 -- the reader takes matters into her own mouth so Kento can prove his driving skills.

Infiltration (MULTI-CHAPTER) 🔥☕💔💕

(COMPLETE!) --the reader and Nanami Kento must pretend to be married, infiltrating a Curse-user cult to take it down from the inside.

Chapter One: Introduction

Chapter Two: Pillow Talk

Chapter Three: Deadly Games

Chapter Four: The Rumbling Shrine

Chapter Five: Breaking Point

Chapter Six: Exposed

Chapter Seven: The Captive Goddess

Chapter Eight: Unchained

In From the Cold ☕🔥💕-- The reader wanders in the snow, lost and injured after a mission gone wrong; will Nanami Kento save her?

Kento Comes Home Drunk 🔥💕-- and the reader handles his advances like a total champ.

And, its sequel... Reader Comes Home Drunk 🔥 💕-- where Kento manages the reader's advances like an absolute champ.

Kingsman!AU Nanami/Galahad 🔥💕☕

Knismolagnia 🔥💕-- Kento has a somewhat...erotic response to being tickled.

Last Moments 💔☕-- Nanami Kento remembers a childhood holiday.

Nanami Kento, and the Curses of an Unusual Nature (MULTI-CHAPTER) -- Nanami Kento is deemed the only Sorcerer sensible enough to handle some frankly weird Curses

- Chapter 1: Gone Shopping 🤡 -- locals are going missing at a large shopping centre; Nanami Kento is sent to investigate.

Nanami Kento's Massive Squeezable Man Tiddies 🔥☕-- the reader being casually obsessed with Kento's chest...repost link HERE!

Operation Babymaker (a new series!) 💕💔🔥☕ -- Nanami Kento takes trying for a baby very seriously indeed.

A Trip to the Tailors-- the reader reveals she's been off the pill for months, and Kento cannot contain himself.

Benchpress-- the reader interrupts Kento's workout, and is manhandled into submission.

Ditch the Party...again-- tipsy Kento is back, and deadlier than ever.

Wet Dreams-- Kento gives the reader a free-pass for when he's asleep...and he returns the favour.

Honeytrap/Maid Café-- you are sent to honeytrap a Curse-user on ovulation night...and Kento hunts you down to a Maid Café.

Papamin's Big Day ☕-- Nanami Kento takes his baby for her first vaccinations, and finds it...emotional.

Raising You ☕💔💕-- When the reader is de-aged by a Curse, Nanami is forced to raise her like a daughter.

Red 🔥💔-- Nanami Kento, the infamous Curse-user, has been on the run for years...what will you do when he catches up to you?

Resolute ☕💔💕-- The reader helps Nanami to accept that he has a drinking problem.

Seasons of Grief 🔥💔💕☕ -- The reader supports Nanami Kento through the anniversary of Yuu Haibara's death, and afterwards, when Kento nearly loses the reader

Sexual Orientation 🔥💕☕-- it's not what you think.

Shirtsleeves 🔥 -- The reader steals Kento's last shirt, and receives her comeuppance.

Still Got It ☕💕-- The Nanami kids' parents are boring...right?

Stoic 💕🔥-- Kento is furious when Gojo assumes that his lack of PDA towards the reader shows a lack of desire.

The Accumulation of Little Despairs ☕💔💕 -- The reader struggles with low-mood; Nanami Kento comes to the rescue

The Chase 🔥💕-- The reader has insisted on No-Nut November; Nanami Kento gets his revenge by hunting her down and taking his reward.

The Silent Stars Go By 🔥💕☕-- Shibuya Ending Rewrite! Nanami Kento feels his death approaching...but he beats fate, when he tracks you down to confess his love for you.

The Wristwatch 💕☕-- How does Nanami Kento make sure everyone (including you) knows you're his girl?

The Wrong Tie 🔥-- Nanami x Reader AND Higuruma x Reader...Nanami and Higuruma make a mistake after fucking their wives in the same cupboard.

Why I love Nanami Kento

Yet Another Sex Pollen Fic, PART ONE 🔥💕

And...PART TWO 🔥💕 -- the reader has a problem... and only Nanami Kento can help her scratch the itch.

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aliorsboxostuff · 1 year

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MALE!READER WRITING REQUESTS (TEMP) CLOSED !

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I've seen how devastatingly little male!reader fics are in my big fandoms, and as a gay man i feel like i should provide us with said fics! Which is why I'm opening my ask box for any and all male!readers and gn!readers requests! (Including anon requests!)

RULES:

I WON'T ACCEPT FEMALE!READER FICS REQUESTS. I’m a trans-masc genderfluid, so male!Readers or gn!Readers are the ones that I usually write and am comfortable with. It’s hard looking for male!reader fics, especially in female-dominated fandoms, that's why I'm opening requests for any and all sad and touch-starved dudes out there! If these don't fit your preferences then you are free to leave, and if you're a female user/reader entering my blog, I hope you remain respectful about the fics I write or get requests for, thank you.

NOTE: I NEVER USE ANY FORM OF Y/N IN MY FICS. I find them kind of weird for me to write so my fics are mostly 1st Person POV. I write most of my fics based off on Fixations that may last a couple weeks, months, years. If you've requested something but havent seen the fic, that might be because i've lost interest!

What i will write:

male!reader

gender-neutral reader

Ftm! Reader

Smut

Platonic or Romantic relationships

angst

fluff

comfort

headcanons

nsfw alphabets

drabbles

Series

Age gap (CHARACTERS MUST BE OVER THE AGE OF 19)

What I Won't write:

female!reader

underage characters (anyone under 17)

necrophilia

real people

pedophilia

Omorashi

age play

rape/non-con

incest

offensive/harmful things

THE CHARACTER LIST! Or, characters I will definitely write about if requested!

PEDRO PASCAL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE

Ezra (prospect)

Joel Miller

Javi Gutierrez

Javier Peña

Frankie Morales

Whiskey (Kingsman)

Tim Rockford (yes from the Ad)

TOP GUN 86’ & TOP GUN: MAVERICK

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

MARVEL & XMCU

Miguel O'hara (ATSV)

Hobie Brown (Platonic/fluff only)

Pavitr Prabhakar (Platonic/fluff only)

Kurt Wagner (xmcu)

Loki Laufeyson

Bucky Barnes

Moon Knight System

Deadpool

Daredevil

Eddie and Venom (They come as a pair)

BULLET TRAIN

Tangerine

Ladybug

Jujutsu Kaisen

Satoru Gojo

Nanami Kento

Higuruma Hiromi

Ryoumen Sukuna

Yuuji Itadori (Fluff)

Toge Inumaki (Fluff)

DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN

Connor (RK800)

Nines (RK900)

COD MODERN WARFARE II

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

John 'Soap' Mactavish

König

HONORABLE MENTIONS

Chris Knight (Real Genius)

Hannibal (NBC)

The Corinthian (Netflix Sandman)

Leon S. Kennedy (RE4 Remake)

Luis Serra (RE4 Remake)

Understand that these are all works of fiction; I am perfectly fine with writing for topics including mafias, mobs, murder, organized crime, war, mental illness, abuse, etc.; but please do not romanticize them in any way. Reading it is fine; please don't romanticize them in your head.

If any of this provided information may seem confusing or have any questions, feel free to drop a DM and I will explain further! I will try to post fic requests as regularly and as fast as I can!

For refrence, these are fics i've written and uploaded to my AO3!

Steven Grant/Male Reader fluff

XMEN Family Pride Fic

Steven Grant/Male Reader Smut #1

Steven Grant/Male Reader Smut #2

Deadpool/Male Reader Fluff Confession

Deadpool/Ftm Reader Smut

Robert 'Bob' Floyd/Male Reader Fluff

Robert 'Bob' Floyd/Male Reader sunshine x grumpy

Tangerine/Male Reader Fluff/Angst Mature

Tangerine/Male Reader Mature

Tangerine/Male Reader (Escort Fic) Mature

Tangerine/NB Reader Teen&Up

Tangerine/Gender-Fluid Reader (Coming out fic)

Francisco "Catfish" Morales/Husband Reader

Joel Miller/Ftm Reader & Ellie Fluff

Joel Miller & Kid Reader

Joel Miller/Ftm Reader & Tess Fluff a bit Angst

Miguel O'hara/Male Reader Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male Reader Spicy Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male&GN Reader Spicy Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male&GN Reader Fluff slight Angst

Din Djarin/Boyfriend Reader Smut

And the Short Fics/Drabbles on Tumblr!

Pulse (Tangerine/M!reader)

Deep Dive (Namor/M!reader)

Hold Tight (Tangerine/gn Reader)

Ner Mesh'la (Din Djarin/Male Reader)

Trinkets (Kurt Wagner/Gender-fluid Reader)

"Anythin' you wanna be." (Hobie Brown & Ftm Reader)

Little Nap! (Meows Morales Drabble)

Anyone that starts an argument about me writing exclusively for men and gender neutrals alike will get a very passive-aggressive and sarcastic reply to your request. There is an abundance of female!readers fics and writers who provide them; I am just here for people that takes a whole day searching for good male!reader fics. IF you do start an unnecessary rant about my fics or my writing preferences at a given moment; I’ve been in fandom spaces for the last 7 years of my life and run on pure manic adrenaline, I will throw hands.

Without further ado, REBLOG TO TELL ALL DUDES! I OPEN MY FLOOD GATES! WELCOME ALL MALE!READER REQUESTS!

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lady-bess · 4 months

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LadyBess' Masterlist 📖

Hello, and welcome to my Masterlist! Grab a snack, two fingers of whiskey, and take a look at what I've got to offer! 🥃

I write predominantly for Pedro Pascal characters at the moment, but this is a multi-fandom blog, so characters in and out of the 'Pedro-verse' are featured here too!

My works are often 18+ and each fic comes with its own content tags and warning. Minors, please DNI ✨

For ease of navigation, I have used a Traffic Light System to rate these works 🚦

💚 Green is for General/Teen rated content 🧡 Orange is for more Mature works 💋 Red is for anything rated Explicit

My writing is mainly reader-insert content, but I have a mix of Female, AFAB, and Gender Neutral (GN) reader inserts 💜

Not all of these works are on Tumblr yet, but feel free to check out my A03 profile for all works!

Please enjoy, and come back regularly to see what's new!

Current Series: Fallout (Jack Daniels x F!Reader) Recent One-Shot release: Trust (Din Djarin x F!Reader)

One-Shots

"Petals" - Jack Daniels x F!OC (Tumblr Ask/Prompt) "Something Sweet" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Departure" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader "After Hours" - Jack Daniels x GN!Reader (A03) "Fright" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Swing" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "The Perfect Fit" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Homeward Bound" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader "Restless" - young!Jack Daniels x F!Reader "The Lodger" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader "Dessert" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Chasing The Sun" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Afternoon Intrusions" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "A Lesson Learned" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Closing Time" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Bound" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Disciplinary" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03)

Multi-Chapter/ Series'

"Jack-mas Christmas Drabbles" - Jack Daniels x AFAB/ F!Reader (A03) "Fallout" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader

One-Shots

"Birthday Wishes" - Joel Miller x F!Reader "The Headache" - Joel Miller x GN!Reader (A03) "Foolish" - Joel Miller x F!Reader

One-Shots

"Getting In A Pickle" - Javier Peña x F!Reader "Take A Seat" - Javier Peña x F!Reader "Hot Nights in Colombia" - Javier Peña x F!Reader (A03)

Multi-Chapter/ Series'

"Monday Morning" - Javier Peña x F!Reader (A03) - collaboration with @joels-darlin 💕

One-Shots

"Drive Me Wild" - Frankie Morales x F!Reader (A03) "Return To Me" - Frankie Morales x F!Reader (A03) "Longing" - Frankie Morales x F!Reader (A03) "Sundress" - Frankie Morales x F!Reader (A03)

One-Shots

"Birthday Boy" - Javi G x F!Reader (A03) "Behave Yourself" - Javi G x AFAB!Reader (No pronouns used)

Multi-Chapter/ Series'

"Heist" - Javi G x F!Reader - COMING SOON

One-Shots

"Three's A Crowd" - Jack Daniels x Joel Miller x F!Reader (A03)

Multi-Chapter/ Series'

"Just A Date" - Multiple Pedro Character fic x GN!Reader "Mutually Beneficial" - Javier Peña x Frankie Morales x F!Reader (A03)

Much loved characters, but so far only 1-2 fics to their name 💜

One-Shots

"Understanding" - Marcus Pike x F!Reader (A03) "Now You See Me" - Marcus Pike x F!Reader (A03) "Clean Up" - Max Phillips x F!Reader (A03) "Hypercharged In Hyperspace" - Din Djarin x F!Reader (A03) "Trust" - Din Djarin x F!Reader "Rookie Mistake" - Tim Rockford x F!Reader

Multi-Chapter/ Series'

"A Brand New Start" - Agent Ortega x F!Reader (A03)

One-Shots

"Salvation" - 11th Doctor (Doctor Who) x Clara Oswald (A03) "Run" - 11th Doctor (Doctor Who) x F!Reader (A03) "Rose Petals Blossom" - 11th Doctor (Doctor Who) x Rose Tyler (A03) "Precious Moments With You" - 11th Doctor (Doctor Who) x F!Reader (A03)

Multi-Chapter/ Series'

"Paint The Town Red" - Ginger Ale (Kingsman) x F!Reader

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lywinis · 3 months

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Hello, my constant readers. I'm back on my Kingsman bullshit in a major way. I've been writing enough that I have a backlog to post, and I thought I should just go ahead and get that done already. Look forward to new chapters every Friday. You can consider this the next major installment in the Kingsman universe @bearfeathers and I have set up.

Chapter One: Memento Mori

This will be a standalone story, with other side stories posted to the Shattered Circle drabble collection. We've been cooking this one a long time, just until the canon falls out and leaves us with tender, juicy prose.

If you like this fic, please check out The Shattered Circle Drabble Collection and Bon Dia! - the infamous Barcelona story.

You might also enjoy previous installations of fic, though they're no longer considered canon to this verse (although bits and pieces might show up). I've Lost My Heart to a Man with a Smoking Gun

There is also the now-completed In Bloom, an AU about a florist and a lepidopterist that pine like trees.

Thank you so much for reading - and remember that a kind comment or kudos goes a long way. Support your local artists. :)

#lywinis writes #Kingsman #Harry Hart #Galahad (Kingsman)#Merlin (Kingsman)#Lancelot (Kingsman)#Percival (Kingsman)#Sins of the Father #Merlahad #Percilot

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eveningearlgrey · 15 days

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Unfinished draft of the day is on the way :'D

For more context; Percy sneaks up from behind and covers Peter's eyes while he's practicing.

It's not much, but most of my drafts aren't anything much anyway so–

#kingsman #percival #percival (kingsman)#the talented mr. ripley #peter smith kingsley #peter/percival #drabble #the unfinished ones

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the-blind-assassin-12 · 2 years

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Frowned Upon

June Drabbles 2022 Days 23 & 24 - Buttons & Pearls

A/N: I have been wanting to challenge myself to write a drabble a day for a whole month for quite some time now, and I finally decided to just go for it. The goal is to fill every prompt on this list by @creativepromptsforwriting with a short one shot (500 - 2k words) by the end of June. Can I do it? I do not know. But let’s find out! - HAHAHA the answer, as we have come to find out, is no, I cannot. But I am not letting failure stop me, because I, my friends, am stubborn. After this one there are 6 to go (I’m doubling up a few of the remaining prompts to get through them... and because they fit well together) and then it’s back to the stories I’ve been neglecting for far too long, I promise. Speaking of wips I’ve been neglecting... this one goes along with the things I’ve written for Recall, and is the last “teaser” before the main story starts, which means I no longer have an excuse not to move my ass with that story and get it written. Writing for Jack just makes me nervous!!

Word Count: 2,195

Warning: language, brief mention of gunshots, injury and death, steamy thoughts that don’t belong in the boardroom or maybe they do.

Summary: Jack Daniels didn’t get promoted to Senior Agent at Statesman for nothing. He’s one of the agency's most dedicated operatives, and has been for years. Which is precisely why he can’t let anything distract him from doing his job... unless it’s too late for that.

“Good morning, Agent Whiskey.”

Jack’s head swiveled in the direction of your voice to find you exiting the elevator to his right, his eyes drawn immediately to your cherry- red lips as his code name left them. Hot damn. His own lips quirked up, mustache twitching as he grinned and reached for his hat to remove it. “‘Mornin’, Maraschino.” He nodded before settling the black Stetson back on his head, pausing to let you fall into step with him. She is prettier than a picture.

He used the half-second it took you to reach his side to fully take you in. You had on your long white lab coat over a loose-fitting navy blouse, which you wore tucked into a pair of tan trousers that were held up by a soft brown leather belt to match your ankle boots. The only bit of jewelry you wore was a gossamer thin gold chain strung with round salt-water pearls that were spaced out by an inch or so, the necklace hanging low enough around your throat that it disappeared beneath the wide lapels of your shirt. Your hair was pulled neatly back and fastened in a tight bun at the nape of your neck to keep it off your shoulders and out of your way while you worked. In your arms you carried a touch screen tablet along with a few physical files, and with your glasses perched on your nose to frame your sharp eyes you looked every bit the part of your new role alongside Ginger Ale on the medical research team. And smart as a hard crackin’ whip to boot.

It had been a long time since Jack let himself be drawn to anyone for longer than a night - a few hours, really, the time of day didn’t matter much, so long as he was off-duty. But since meeting you last year upon his return from a stint in the New York office, he couldn’t deny the way your smile pulled at his own. Or the tug of your laughter on the stubborn muscle trapped in his chest. Reel it in, Daniels.

He knew he shouldn’t feed into his growing attraction to you. You weren’t an agent, so it wasn’t outright forbidden for the two of you to become involved in a relationship of any kind outside of Statesman, but the rules for interdepartmental fraternizing were slightly foggy. They stated that no one in the organization should form a relationship that could potentially get in the way of their job performance. Agents were often paired on missions depending on what specific skills were needed to complete them, meaning that there were no permanently assigned partners. Though a large majority of those missions went as smoothly as they were meant to, there was always some level of risk involved, always the slim chance that something could go awry and lead to an operative being injured, captured or killed. Hell, you don’t make it to Senior Agent without at least two of those things happening, and I’ve technically had all three.

Thanks to the Alpha Gel technology, Statesman saw very few irreversible deaths, but the fact that there was still a chance that agents could die in the line of duty meant that romantic involvement between them stood as a threat to the integrity of the mission at hand. Agents were expected to follow protocol down to the punctuation to complete the initiative, even if that meant leaving their fallen partner behind. It was harsh, but it was what they had been trained to do, and having been on both sides of that coin through the years, Jack understood why Champ had drawn such a hard line when it came to agents dating one another.

But scheduling? Medical research and development? Day-to-day employees of the distillery? So long as there was no interference for either party when it came to doing what they’d been hired to do, and so long as they didn’t use classified information to advance the other’s position in the organization, there were no strict rules against agents being involved with members of the lab team. In fact, interdepartmental dating was preferred over forming relationships with civilians - no cause for concern over confidential information falling into unqualified hands that way. On paper, if Jack wanted to get close to anyone, you were the perfect candidate. That doesn’t mean I should, though.

With only one serious relationship under his belt - one that still devastated him some twenty odd years later - he wasn’t sure if he was capable of starting something that he would be able to curtail enough to effectively do what was required of him. He wasn’t sure if he could stay level headed with a gun to his head if he knew he had you to come home to. And a relationship like that would be… frowned upon.

Ignoring the warning that he issued himself whenever you were close, he walked with you down the hall towards the boardroom and Champ’s office, your sweet citrus and honeysuckle perfume filling his nose. “What brings you to this neck of the woods, doc?” He used one hand to point at the things you carried, the other going to his hip just above where his lasso hung in a coil. “Ginger got you runnin’ errands instead of experiments?”

You let out a short laugh and scrunched your face. “Little bit of both, actually.” You lifted the files. “Champ needs to sign off on these to clear Vermouth and Absinthe to return to the field.” He hummed - both Agents had been hurt on their latest mission, Vermouth needing extensive surgery on his shoulder and Absinthe requiring the aid of the nano-technology in Alpha Gel to repair a bullet wound to her head. “And I also need him to approve my research on memory restoration.” You wet your lips and continued, clearly proud of the work you were hoping to be able to do. “I think I found a way to improve memory recall in Agents who have had to use the Gel multiple times.” Like me. “I think we can make it faster and less… traumatic.”

His eyebrows jumped up under the brim of his hat. “Well, as someone who’s had his noggin’ blown open more than once, I can tell you that would be a welcome development.”

You cleared your throat, frowning slightly at his words. “I hope so. I know he’s got a briefing with all of you right now, but I figured I could wait for him, catch him as he comes back from that and maybe get him while he’s in a good mood.”

Before he had time to retract his statement regarding how many times he’d been reawakened in Ginger’s lab, the two of you had reached the end of the hallway and the two doors that you were headed for. Not that it’s a secret, she’s seen my file. But despite knowing that he and a handful of others in the agency had clinically died in the line of fire, that knowledge seemed to weigh on you more heavily than it did on Ginger or Champ or even Whiskey himself. He wanted to reassure you that all agents knew what they signed up for when they took their code names, that it wasn’t a secret that their jobs involved danger. Instead, he opted for chivalry and simply opened the door leading to Champ’s office.

“Lemme get that for you.” You thanked him as his hand curled around the thick bronze handle and pulled, two more agents walking behind him and making for the door opposite the one he held open. “See you in a minute Tequila, Moonshine.” He nodded over his shoulder to his associates who acknowledged him with a nod, and then turned back to you, your face turned up to him and a smile back on your bright red lips. Damn, she’s gonna make this hard, isn’t she? He swallowed, jaw ticking as he did, and then gave you a smile of his own. “Good luck with your pitch, Maraschino. I hope he gives you the green light.” You deserve it.

“Thanks, Agent.” You wrapped your fingers around the edges of the files that you held. “I’ll see you around.” With that, you headed into Champ’s office, stopping by his secretary’s desk to touch base with her, Jack keeping his eyes on you until the door shut again.

Across the narrow hall, the other door swung open, Tequila sticking his head out, a shit-eating grin the likes of which only he could wear stretching over his face. “You plan on joinin’ us anytime soon there, Whiskey? Or you just gonna flirt with Ginger’s new assistant all mornin’?”

“I am simply holding the door open for a lady, Tequila, or perhaps you forgot our motto?” He released his grip on the handle and turned to face the younger agent, crossing his arms over his chest. “Manners maketh man, remember?” Clicking his tongue, he tilted his head. “Maybe you skipped that day in trainin’, I seem to recall that you have a penchant for partying and-”

“Shit, I was just teasin’, Agent,” the other man said with a chuckle. “Don’t get your whip twisted.”

Grumbling something under his breath about twisting his whip around Tequila’s neck, he followed his occasional partner into the boardroom where Champ and the other Statesman agents who were present at the Kentucky location were seated at the long wooden table. He took his spot near the head, where a thick leather bound portfolio sat waiting for him with the details of the next mission he’d be sent on - he would be partnering with Merlot this time, according to the first page. But as the meeting got underway, Jack found himself unable to focus entirely on what was being discussed, distracted by thoughts he knew he shouldn’t be having. Curling his hand into a loose fist, he brought it up in front of his mouth, absently biting the side of his knuckle in hopes that those thoughts would subside so that he could dedicate himself to what was happening in the room.

“Glasses, Whiskey.” Champ’s gruff voice came from behind him, a gnarled hand clapped to the soft brown patch on Jack’s shoulder to remind him to don the eyewear that would connect him to the agents elsewhere in the world - Brandy and Schnapps, as well as Olive, Ginger’s counterpart in London, Curaçao in New York, and Mezcal who was currently in Tokyo.

Reaching into his pocket, he took out the pair of black rimmed glasses and slid them on, blinking to activate the projected holographic representations of those missing from the room. But even as he listened to what was being said about the upcoming missions - he and Merlot were being sent to infiltrate a casino that was being used to launder large amounts of drug money - Jack was only half-way present. He had other things on his mind that had nothing to do with his next target and everything to do with you.

Like the way it would feel to let you pull at the knot in his tie or undo the buttons of his shirt so that your palms could slide over the skin of his chest. The way it would feel to let his own rope roughened fingers roll the smooth, off-white gems on your chain between them. How you would look wearing only that necklace, its length hanging low between your breasts. Or perhaps how you’d look wearing the shirt you’d just taken off of him, the hem trailing down to your knees and the cuffs rolled up so that they didn’t cover your hands, the buttons left unfastened so that he could still see your body between the open sides. He was just getting around to wondering what you’d sound like moaning his name - his real name, not his Statesman alias - when that same moniker rang through the room in a tone that couldn’t be more different than yours.

“Are you with us, Agent Whiskey? Or do I need to send you down to Ginger for a check-up?”

He snapped his head up to find several pairs of eyes on him, Champ’s narrowed and regarding Jack closely as the older man sniffed the cigar in his hand. Fuck. “No sir. My head’s just fine.” This is why I can’t… why I shouldn’t get involved with her. “Apologies, Champ. I’m lookin’ forward to gettin’ out there with Merlot again.” He nodded towards the woman seated across the table and diagonally to his left, and she returned the acknowledgement before flicking her eyes back down to the open portfolio in front of her. Shit. I should - He looked down at the still shut booklet and flipped it open to find the information he should have been reading all along. Clearing his throat, he frowned, turning his attention to the material before him, Champ resuming the briefing and walking the agents through their various assignments.

Reel it in, Daniels. He sighed, turning the page to a blueprint of the casino he and Merlot would be working in. Reel it way the fuck in.

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psychedelic-ink · 2 years

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𝑰𝑻 𝑻𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑺 𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬 𝑨𝑪𝑰𝑫

pairing: jack daniels x sw!f!reader

genre: smut, angst

word count: 1.8k

summary: he came by every wednesday to ask for your services, he's a broken man, you can tell. however, you didn't expect him to break you in return.

warnings: sex worker reader, client jack, fingering, bondage, piv, jack being jack, cumming on body, set in the kingsman universe

a/n: this idea was a request by anon, which at first I was going to write as a drabble but ofc it ended up being way longer than intended

MLISTS . LIBRARY. TAGLIST

He comes by every Wednesday.

He’s a handsome man; An impressive jawline, dark, deep looking eyes, kissable plump lips. By all means, he might be the most handsome client you ever had the pleasure of being with. However, you know pain when you see it. You see that he would rather be with someone else. The first time he came to yo didn't do much. He talked and talked, you’re pretty sure if you had asked later in the evening he would have no recollection about what he said. After he was done talking with his southern drawl, there was only twenty minutes left on the clock. He asked for a blowjob, told you his name while you had your lips wrapped tightly around the head.

“I’m Jack,” he had said. “Keep your wednesday’s open for me,”

It’s been two months since he said that. He never misses an appointment, most times he comes on time and some he’s ten, maybe twenty minutes late. He always pays you extra. After each appointment you made a habit of taking a nice long bath after showering. You’re reluctant to clean yourself after Jack leaves, you enjoy smelling him on your skin. But a bath is inevitable. While you soak yourself into the lukewarm water, you think about him. He doesn’t say much about himself. Only bits and pieces. He likes fried chicken and chocolate milkshakes. He skips lunch but enjoys a strong, full breakfast. Nothing personal.

So you made a game of writing a backstory for him. Especially since he always looks like a wounded animal when he is with you. You imagine a woman that might’ve broken his heart. A cruel and cold woman. Jack never striked you as a meek man, when he’s with you, he’s in full control but for some reason thinking that there’s someone out there, capable of making him feel things, makes you feel a bit better.

It’s another Wednesday and you’re anxiously looking at your phone. He’s late. Very late, about half an hour.

Two minutes pass and finally the hotel room echoes with a loud knock. You quickly walk to the door, allowing Jack inside. He doesn’t look at you as he struts inside, laying his hat on the nearest surface and sitting on the bed. Jack sometimes comes to you in a mood, today it seems to be one of those days. His skin is taut across his muscles, the veins meandering across his neck popping and eyes glazed over. Suddenly you think of the woman you made up, had she reached out to him?

“Come here,” he orders, voice gruff. Impatience lacing into his words. You stand only an inch away, legs brushing against his. Another command follows. “Knees,”

You do as he says. Jack grips your chin, forcing your gaze up to meet his when they were already glued to them from the start.

“This is the last time sugar,” he whispers. “I won’t be coming here anymore, just one more night and it’s done.”

You blink heavily. The world around you shifts into slow motion, blood pumping in your ears and heart squeezing in your chest. Imaginary needles prick at your skin, blood pooling under your fingernails. You don’t understand. You’re not sure you want to.

But he’s a client. You can’t ask him to stay.

You ask something else instead.

“Was my service not to your liking?”

He seems taken aback by the sudden formality. His lips part, cheeks dusted with a light shade of red.

“W-What? No, of course not. You’re fantastic, darlin’” he chews on his bottom lip as if there’s an imaginary straw between them. “It’s something else. Something that has nothing to do with you,”

Of course it has nothing to do with you. You’re the hooker.

You lower your gaze, not wanting his to bore into yours any more. He gives you the impression that he can see into your heart, to your soul. You’re completely naked when he looks at you like that, both physically and emotionally. Some days you like that he can make you feel that way, that he makes you feel seen. Today is not one of those days.

You’re almost angry when you unbutton his pants, tugging them down with movements that are soon to be forgotten.

“What would you like for your last night then?” you ask, voice bitter. “A blowjob?”

“No actually,” he says, holding your hands. He ignores your pettiness. “I wanted to tie you up, I brought something,”

You raise an eyebrow and with a smile he reaches for his waist and pulls out a literal bullwhip. In hindsight, you should probably be shocked. But it’s Jack, it wouldn’t be the first time he brought you a toy to play with. Though, you never would’ve thought he wanted to end with bondage.

“I just really want to focus on you, sugarcube. Want to tease you and make you cum over and over again till you can’t tell your front from back,”

Thick arousal grows between your legs, you press your lips together, a weak attempt to hide the feeling. You only nod as you strip yourself. A twinge of disappointment bubbles in your chest when he only sheds off his leather jacket.

“On your knees, your hands behind your back,”

For a moment you want to joke about him sounding like a cop. The words linger on the tip of your tongue but you swallow it down. The pain of being the last time that you would be seeing him settling into your heart and making you incapable of thinking anything else.

The leather burns your skin, your arms already tingling, warning you that you’re going to be sore the next day. Excitement cascades across your skin when you feel thick fingers move against your bare back.

“You look beautiful like this,”

You don’t gratify him with an answer, he doesn’t seem to care. His hand slides down your ass and cups your mound, he plays with the soft curls, gently tugging on them and keening at the way you whimper.

“Your bush is soaked darlin’, is this all for me?”

“Yes,” you answer, letting out an exaggerated moan. It was second nature to you to always agree with the customer. Tough, this time it does hold some truth to it. “Only for you,”

“I know you’re fakin’ it but soon you’ll be creaming all around my cock for real,”

Oh you have no doubt about that.

Jack works you open with his fingers, pleasure hitting your burning body like a cold wave. Not even ten minutes pass and your face is buried in the pillows, muffled moans rattling your chest. You can’t see it but you’re positive he’s beaming with pride, a smug smirk etched into his handsome face. The sounds fill the room, your thighs trembling and arms involuntarily straining against the bullwhip as your body attempts to break free. He curls his fingers and you scream his name, your pussy clenches around the digits. You need more. His fingers aren’t enough to scratch the itch of your lingering orgasm. Your body is so intuned with his that you’re positive you won’t be able to cum without him filling you up to the brim.

“Jack,” you moan, throat sore. “Give me your cock please–”

Especially if it’s going to be the last time, you want to add but don’t.

He wordlessly pulls out his finger with a wet pop. Your chest heaves at the emptiness, heart feeling strained as you turn your head to the side in order to properly breathe. You fill your lungs with air, it smells like sweat and slick.

You hear a zipper, Jack slants himself between your legs, hands gripping your wrists and squeezing. He drags his cock between your wet folds, grinding his hips so that the shaft would press into your aching clit. A gasp violently makes its way out of your lips, skin bursting with goosebumps.

“Beg sugar,”

“Please Jack,” you immediately say. “Please let me have your cock– I need it so bad– You feel amazing inside me, and– and–” you swallow, licking your spit soaked lips. “And I make you feel good too, right? You love my pussy, right?”

You can feel his chest across your back, his mouth touching the rim of your ear.

“I love you pussy, darlin’”

You close your eyes. The words go straight into your body, staying there and swirling in your gut.

“Will you be able to live without it?” you ask, voice sultry and needy.

“I won’t,”

When he’s inside of you, it feels like the world might end any second. He pulls you back by the wrists each time he thrusts forward, he goes in deeper, fucks you harder, your muscles ripple with pleasure, your moans loud. He sets a fast pace, soon he pulls you up, you feel his breath ghosting at your nape. Both his hands slide to your front, grabbing your tits and playing with your pebbled nipples. Your senses overwhelm you, nipples aching and tingling as he pinches them. You sloppily roll your hips in hopes to meet his thrusts.

“Tell me you love me,” he grunts into your wet skin, his one hand trails down and presses hard against your clit. You see stars. “Say it,”

“I love you,” you blurt out. Your heart rattles within your chest, your mind reminds you that this was a service you provided and men frequently asked for it. “I love you so fucking much Jack– Let me cum, please– I–”

“Tell me you don’t want me to leave,” he huffs out, hips moving faster. His cock still stretches you every time he thrusts forward.

“I don’t want you to leave,” you reply on command.

He starts to draw quick circles around your clit, your body vibrates, slick dripping down his cock. It doesn’t take you long after that. You see stars, cunt squeezing around him and body spasming against his chest. He’s strong and looms over you while you moan for him. Jack fucks you through your orgasm, tearing another one right before pulling out and cumming hot streaks across your back. Some of it gets on your arms, some of it stains his bullwhip.

Jack breathes heavily while he unties you, he attempts to go and retrieve the kit but you don’t allow him to. Your eyes are closed. Fear replacing the pleasant tingle of your orgasm.

“Why did you make me say those things?” you choke out. You already know you shouldn’t have asked.

You still refuse to look at him but feel his fingers rubbing the red marks encircling your wrists.

“I’m not quite sure myself sugar,” he sighs, fingers leaving the warmth of your skin. “I’m sorry for making you say it. I’ll go now. Thank you for everything darlin’”

Your lungs collapse when his lips touch your forehead, your eyes still closed. His knuckles gently knock against the bedside table, letting you know he’s leaving the money. The door closes. Only then you open your eyes, the ceiling a dirty white.

The sensation of his lips lays heavy on your body. You don’t even have the strength to cry, you only feel.

#jack daniels x reader x frankie morales #jack daniels x reader #jack daniels x y/n #jack daniels x you #agent whiskey x you #agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey x f!reader #agent whiskey x fem!reader #kingsman fanfiction

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renx01 · 2 months

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Masterlist

I thought it might be easier if I made a masterlist, so here we are. If you want to see anything in particular or have any prompts you'd like to see used, feel free to send me an ama or pm. (Fandoms that aren't currently in the masterlist are fine, I'll just check if I'm interested in writing for them beforehand and let you know).

Current fandoms: Kingsman & BBC Sherlock (more coming soon)

Kingsman

Harry Hart (Galahad)

Multi-part

Betrayed - Your father is the head of a criminal enterprise, one which has come onto the kingsman’s radar. Galahad has the task to get closer to said head, so he starts dating you. After a lot of apprehension on your side, you finally let your walls be broken down by him. That is until you find out that he’s been using you all along. part 1, part 2 (Finished)

Playing Along - “Just play along, please” inspired this multiple part fic, in which agent Galahad and agent Kay are on a mission together in the French Alps. Here, they have to pretend to be a couple, despite the two of them being rivals and Kay always wanting to beat him at everything. part 1, part 2, part 3, (ongoing)

One-shots & drabbles

You called - (1.5k) “You came.” - “You called.”

Too Sweet - (6.4k) inspired by Hozier's song of the same name

Sherlock

Multi-part

Out of sight - Moriarty is your boss. After he helped you out of a precarious situation when you were still a minor, you started working for him. Now, he has a new job for you. Get close to the Holmes brothers to keep an eye on them for him. Pairings: Johnlock, Jim Moriarty x reader & Mycroft Holmes x reader part 1, part 2, part 3 (ongoing)

One-shots & drabbles

#fanfic #ao3 writer #fanfiction #harry hart imagine #harry hart reader insert #kingsman #fanfic writing #masterlist #bbc sherlock #sherlock holmes #sherlock x reader #mycroft holmes x reader #johnlock #kingsman reader insert #kingsman x reader #harry hart x reader #kingsman imagine

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The last pancake was sacred. It was a long standing rule between Kitty and Eggsy that, if she made them, she got the last one; and vice versa. Not that Eggsy ever made them. So it was an unwritten rule that whenever they had pancakes, he wasn’t to touch it on pain of death. Or at the very least on pain of an irritable Kitty for at least a week.

Years of distance, however, appeared to have expunged that from his memory. He moved to spear the remaining pancake onto his fork.

Kitty moved in an instant, blocking the prongs of his fork with those of her own. ‘Don’t even try it, Unwin,’ she said in a low voice.

But Eggsy merely grinned, the challenge obvious. With shocking speed he moved his fork. Kitty hastily dug hers into another spot. When he tried again she grabbed his hand without thinking.

The shock of contact didn’t last long. ‘Thanks,’ he said, putting his other hand over hers and guiding the pancake to his mouth.

#Repost #Made By Me #Drabble #Kingsman OCs #Kit Kats Eggs and Tequila #Katya George #Kitty George #Kitty George & Eggsy Unwin

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Kingsman!AU: Galahad/Nanami Kento

You become the latest Kingsman...and the man who sponsored you is so much more than the gentleman he presents himself as.

Warnings: Best if you've seen the Kingsman films! 18+, MDNI, soft!Dom Nanami, SecretAgent!AU

A little series of smutty drabbles...also planned, Higuruma, perhaps others, for now.

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It was, without a shadow of a doubt, the strangest job interview you had ever had.

Handcuffed, in an East London Police interview room, after assaulting five (...six? Seven?) police officers at an anti-government protest, you were scruffy but unharmed. The blood on your hands was not your own. There was a high flush on your cheeks, ripped clothes casting an indifferent, messy disdain to the situation you found yourself in.

There was a knock at the door, three brisk taps. You did not answer-- a pause. Three further raps at the door.

"...come in?" You asked. The door opened a crack. No further advancement.

"...may I?" A voice, velvet smooth and low, asking your permission.

"I...dont see why it would be my choice," you offered, stretching your hands against the cold metal of your handcuffs.

The door opened slowly, filled by a broad, tall man, blond and outstandingly handsome, with neither a hair nor thread out of place in his Savile Row suit. Over his arm rested a neatly folded overcoat, and a glossy-handled men's umbrella. His hat never graced his head indoors, and was, as such, clasped in his hand. He raised one fine eyebrow at you, his expression unreadable.

"It would be ill-mannered of me to consider it anyone's choice other than yours," he offered coolly, sitting opposite you, "considering you are the only occupant of the room." A moment of silence, again, as you regarded each other.

"Are you...my lawyer?" The man's nostrils flared slightly in suppressed mirth.

"Good heavens, no. No, I have come with a job opportunity." You blinked, certain you had heard wrong, while he continued, "I saw your performance, on my way to work, and I must say I was rather impressed. Seven officers, in under a minute. All incapacitated. Outstanding. And you're untrained, too. And, you did so well at University-- first class honours, correct?"

"Who the hell are you?" You spat, bristling under the man's casual knowledge of your life. The station's assistant looked awkwardly between the two of you as he dropped off two chipped police-issue teacups and saucers of anemic-looking tea. The blond man took the cup and saucer so gracefully, considering the enormity of his hands.

"Ah...quite right. I haven't introduced myself. Nanami Kento-- it's a pleasure to meet you."

You faltered again under his icy regard. Nanami took a sip of his tea. He paused, looking down at it with a hint of despair, before placing it down and delicately clearing his throat.

"...delicious," he lied.

"Are you...MI5?" A brief smile from Nanami, in response. He reached for something in his pocket.

"No," he responded, clipped, "we are not. But, we are in service to King and Country, and we are the sort of agency who punch up, instead of down. And...we find ourselves one member short."

Nanami slipped a thick, embossed coin over the desk to you; a circle, with a sideways "K". Nanami stood up, abruptly, inclining his head to you.

"All charges against you have been dropped. Your interview will commence, at..." Nanami looked at his watch, "...five o'clock this afternoon, should you wish to accept. If you press that coin for five seconds, my associate should send you the details."

You sat, stunned into silence, with the coin in your hands. Nanami Kento looked to you with twinkling eyes, at the door. You felt the twist of fate in your belly, and the pull as Nanami Kento walked it away with him.

"Good day to you. The pleasure was all mine."

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It had taken you over an hour to walk from Whitechapel to the Savile Row address. As bedraggled as you were, you passed through the bustling gentry and street performers of Covent Garden, skirting past the Savoy...before reaching the hushed, golden backlit glow of an exquisite Tailors shop. Letters were embossed upon the windowpane, glimmering gold on a backdrop of finery.

Kingsman.

A tinkling bell; an incongruous stranger, entering an unfamiliar domain. A familiar stranger, strong and smiling, upon the couch. Your breath hitched before you spoke.

"...you're here." Nanami folded his newspaper, standing up, before welcoming you to a changing room, that was not a changing room.

"You're late," he whispered against your ear, as the ground under London sank beneath your feet.

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"...that's mad." You stood in front of a glass window, somewhere far beneath Surrey, gazing in wonderment upon an aircraft hangar full of billions of pounds worth of mercenary equipment. Nanami chuckled beside you. You missed the almost fond sideways glance he passed you.

"I thought the same," he hummed, "when I was brought here, for the first time. I thought someone was playing some tremendous joke, for all the world but me." You were silent, dry-mouthed and swallowing.

"Tell me something..." you insisted, your palm pressed flat against the glass.

"...anything," Nanami reassured, soft and sincere.

"If I pass this-- this test," you whispered, turning to him, "will I get to work with you?"

Nanami smiled, leaning upon the handle of his umbrella, one leg crossed upon the tip of his toes behind the other.

"I'm counting on it."

Another man, tall and lithe, with inky black hair and a hooked nose, arrived with a clipboard. He offered you both a lopsided smile-- "Galahad-- good to see you, my friend"-- white sleeves rolled up against a tailored waistcoat--

-- a rich, Scottish brogue--

"...are you ready to begin?"

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Not only had you passed these months and months of bizarre, deadly tests...you had excelled.

Nanami had remained, always, at arms' length...a distant advisor. An odd, gentle promise. He could not offer any tangible advice, and you could see him itching to, at points.

It was down to the final two; you, and some Cambridge yuppy who could trace his family lineage back to the Battle of Hastings.

You stepped through the dormitories, late at night before the final test, your German Shepherd bounding ahead to sit diligently at the foot of your bed.

You felt a strong arm loop around your waist, and a hand over your mouth. A familiar cologne that made your stomach clench. You stood, pressed against his clipped, firm body, tucked into a camera's blindspot.

"Listen to me," he hissed in your ear, "Do you trust me?"

You nodded, not hesitating for a moment. Nanami's belly flipped to feel your hot little breaths around his hand.

"Good...shoot the fucking dog." You squeaked, trying to turn to him. He pinned you flush against the wall. His chest rumbled against your back.

"Trust me. Shoot the dog."

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You shot first, without a moment of hesitation. Your opponent returned to Cambridge. You became a Kingsman. Both dogs survived the trial.

The hamper that Galahad, your new partner, sent to your home, was nothing short of the finest luxury.

"To my Very Best Bet", read the lovingly annotated card. You brushed it against your lips, wishing it was his fingers instead.

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The wallet was a supple brown leather, smooth and warm. You knew it belonged to Galahad, from the faint smoky cologne that lingered upon its skin. Merlin gave you Galahad's address. You missed the knowing smile Merlin also gave you.

Your stomach flipped in your belly, all the way through Hyde Park and Kensington Gardens. You passed beneath trees hundreds of years older than the establishment for which you now worked, treading upon the footsteps of Kings and Queens.

The first fresh flakes of snow kissed upon your lips, by the time you turned to the towering white grandeur of Kensington, very much not where you were from. You were freezing, your little hands clenched in your pockets, but hot with anticipation.

Reaching a fine, tall townhouse, all Georgian architectural triumph, you pushed through the black metal gate, rising up white stone steps. You hesitated only briefly before tapping the door, heavy, and gilded forest green.

"--just a minute-- please excuse me--...oh. Hello."

Galahad stood at the door, as...relaxed as you had ever seen him. His crisp white shirt was unbuttoned to his chest, and his waistcoat hung similarly open, with tie tails trailing down his chest. With his sleeves rolled up, and a pinstriped apron tied round his waist, you swore you almost saw him blush.

"...to what do I owe the pleasure?" He breathed out, finally. The apples of your cheeks, pink with the cold, dimpled under your smile. You reached out to Galahad, his wallet clasped in your hand.

"You forgot something," you offered. His hand reached out immediately, a goodness, thank you, you shouldn't have upon his lips, before your cold little fingers grasped under his own.

"You are miles from home," he rumbled, chastising, "and you are freezing cold." You tipped on your heels on the doorstep, placating him with a finger to your lips, and a glint in your eye. You moved to go down the steps, but your fingers remained clasped in his.

"Where are my manners? You should come in...of course."

"Galahad, don't feel oblig--"

"Kento, please," he ushered you inside, a hand ghosting over the small of your back, "if we're going to share dinner, we should not pretend to be strangers."

Kento's house bore all the opulent gloss of its noble history, with fine black and white checkered tile flooring, and twisting dark oak bannisters carrying the high staircase away from you. A receiving room beside you, bigger than your whole home, bloomed beneath the sultry flicker of a fire, the only source of light in the room. The kitchen lights spilled inwards, a herby bourginon aroma drawing you in.

You slipped your coat off your shoulders, and blushed, as Kento stood behind you to receive it. His heart pounded under the effort of containing his thrill to have you in his home. The thought of being alone with him, like this, had occupied your mind at night, for so many months.

"Sit, please," Kento insisted, heading to his drinks cabinet. Two slim, hazel eyes darted to you in question; "...can I tempt you?"

You settled on the sofa, antique, and likely much older than you; "Ah...wine?" Kento smiled, heading over to you with a bottle in his grasp, and two slim-necked glasses between his fingers.

You shared the bottle-- dinner was forgotten, cooking slowly on the back burner. You felt yourself becoming supple, warmed by the fire, the wine and the company. Within just a few hours, you and Kento laughed together, both liquor-dishevelled, hands brushing forearms on the back of the sofa. His calloused fingertips were electric against the inside of your wrist.

"You really were, you know," Kento hummed, placing down his unfinished glass of wine, "my best bet. The best gamble I...I ever made." You didn't know how you had ended up drawn so closely to him. Your legs tangled in his, head radiating from his thighs into yours. His hand tangled in your hair, pulling you gently, insistently, closer to him.

"I don't normally do this," Kento bargained with himself, whispering against you, his tongue swiping out to dampen your plush lips, "it isn't very-- I really shouldn't, I-- dinner first, at least--" You couldn't help but drown under him, silent in the pools of his dilated pupils as he pressed you to lay back on the sofa, climbing over you, and trapping you beneath him.

"...can I tell you a secret?" Kento murmured against your neck, melting you under his lips and tongue. His hand moved down to undo the buttons of your silk blouse. You nodded, feeling him shiver as you did the same to his shirt.

"...I left my wallet behind on purpose," he rumbled, predatory. The tension snapped. His lips crashed to yours, with Kento groaning into your mouth, tongue trembling against yours. Ripping at the buttons of your blouse, his gentlemanly self-restraint was all but abandoned.

Stripping you, freeing your breasts with bitten-back growls and murmurs, Kento rolled you onto the Persian rug in front of the fire, crowding over you and taking one breast between his lips, licking your nipple into his mouth as his enormous hand pawed at the other.

"--beautiful...beautiful, you know that? Always thought...if you hadn't made it in...I'd have brought you home anyway..."

"Ken--Kento, I--" You broke off into breathy, high moans as Kento's hand slipped down, clutching at your pussy beneath your skirt. His hand scraped the lace edges of your stockings, his breaths frantic and panting with hurry.

"Say my name...again," he panted, strong fingers cupping your sex, moving to massage you, desperate need radiating through his hand. Kento pressed hard enough to massage your clit through the lips of your pussy, you mewled, squirming under him as he growled, "Again. Say my name."

"Kento," you squeaked. Your voice seemed to make Kento frantic, and he pulled off your skirt, your stockings, your underwear, until you were suddenly, blissfully bare beneath him. He knelt, still fully clothed in front of the firelight. His barrelled chest rose and fell, a high blush across his sharp cheekbones.

"This isn't...how a gentleman behaves," you gasped, one arm draped over your eyes. You heard Kento chuckle, cracking his knuckles above your prone, trembling curves. You heard the wolfish grin in his voice.

"Oh yes it fucking is."

One of his hands draped between your breasts, running down your chest and belly, to graze fingertips over your mound. His eyes flicked up to yours again, dark, hungry and questioning. You floated, somewhere both above and beneath him.

"Anything...anything you want," you keened, "whatever you want." Something tightened in Kento's jaw. His fingers trailed lower, grazing your plush lips again, dipping beneath to stroke up and down the slick length between your entrance and clit.

"...what a dangerous thing to say, to a man like me...I don't get treats like you often." Kento pressed two fingers slowly into your clenching heat, eyes rolling back with a fractured moan, gripping you to him by the hip. His cock strained against his trousers, and he moved lazily to unzip himself, shaking with self-restraint. He could not bear the way you twisted and squirmed, to feel his thick fingers fucking into you.

"...good girl...how does it feel? As good as your own? Did you touch yourself, like this, when you dreamt about me?" You could only nod in response, moaning and reaching down to clutch his wrist. His fingers curled upwards towards your soft sensitive spot, buried into you up to his knuckles, and swirling his fingertips over the spongy patch. You sobbed into his touch and he folded over you, shushing, pressing kisses to your temples.

"It's alright, darling...I felt it too...I'll show you. How I touched myself...thinking about you." Kento shuddered against your neck, his fingers still working magic into your belly. His cock flopped heavy into his hand, thick, long, and Kento felt so touch-starved as he closed his eyes, raising his thumb to stroke around your clit, imagining it was his weeping cockhead.

He shushed you again, chasing you up the rug as your pleasure built, heat surging through your thighs and belly. Kento couldn't help but fuck into his own fist, lubricated by his pre-cum, overheating with the need to sink himself inside you, and paint you white with his seed. He cracked his neck from side to side. Doubling down, his fingers picked up speed, pressing your clit until you writhed, your nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt.

"That's it...that's it...let it happen," Kento whispered into your neck, still fucking into his fist against your belly as you climaxed, hands tangled in his mussed hair, burning under the weight of him. His fingers fucked you through the haze of pleasure, nose stroking into your hair, whispering his praises against your ears; "...so proud of you...such a good job...so proud of you, my little gamble..."

Your thighs threatened to flop to the sides, soft and lazy after your orgasm. Kento nestled himself between them, cockhead stroking between your folds, and you whimpered to feel your sensitive clit nudged. Folded over you, Kento met your eyes. A slightly guilty smile ghosted over his face, his voice shaking, seemingly coming back to himself. He resolved to restrain himself;

"I, uh...usually have better manners. This was unprofessional of me. Ungentlemanly, even. I...I insist we...leave this here, and do this properly. Now, we sh-- haaaaah, fuck-- shit-- you--"

Interrupting Kento, you had waited for his cockhead to stroke down to your entrance before fucking him inside you, rolling your hips up to trap his cock inside your walls. You wailed around the stretch, Kento's cock huge and pulsing inside you, and Kento lost his mind.

Grasping your hips with vicious strength, he cursed, rutting into you with abandon. You felt his fat, blunt cockhead jabbing against your cervix immediately, and Kento leaned into it, tilting your hips to fuck you deeper, overtaken by a primal need.

"...little minx...I offer you--ahhhh fuck-- dinner, and you...you offer me...your cunt...just like you, shit--"

You giggled, breathless against Kento's feral attentions, and the sound shot straight down Kento's spine. Your laughs caught in your throat when he held his hips flush to yours, barely pulling out, bullying into your pussy with no restraint.

You felt the steam of sweat beneath Kento's shirt, felt how badly he needed this, and revelled in the way he fell apart above you, his cock milked by your wet, velvet heat. Kento leaned back just enough to see where his cock disappeared into you.

The sight had him reeling, and he came with a bark, spitting and swearing against his total lack of self-control. You felt his cock twitch and bound inside you, spattering your walls with thick stripes of cum. Kento crumpled onto his elbows, face twisted in euphoric agony to see you bite your lip at him, rolling your hips to milk him of every last drop of cum.

Gasping for just a few moments, before rolling his shoulders with soft cracks again, Kento pulled out of you, flipping you over so your face pressed down into the rug. You squealed to feel your hands drawn behind your back, and the soft shhhhff shhhfff shhhhhffff of his tie being pulled free of his collar.

Face down, and arse up, Kento dipped his fingers into your cum-dripping, twitching hole.

"That's how a boy does it," Kento growled, beginning to thread his tie around your wrists, "now lets show you how a Kingsman does it."

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Getting to wax lyrically about my beloved London was a treat.

Up next: Higuruma Hiromi/Merlin

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